As the PA of the director, it was not surprising that they invited me, Amy Walsh, to the annual ball of Metacafe Fashion Agencies. I had been waiting for this my entire stint there. But, I had a problem; my boss Josh. Why is he a problem? Because I am in love with him.

I didn’t realize what I was getting myself into, when I had applied for the job. As soon as I entered the interview room I was taken aback by the tall, handsome guy who stood up to shake my hands. “Josh Archeleta, your new boss”, he introduced himself. I had expected to meet a senior, since I had heard epics about the company. This was going to be tough, I told myself, immediately developing a crush on him.

As days passed, I found myself being pulled towards him like a magnet. He was charming, no doubt and had his eyes on other women. But I had eyes only for him. Now you see why the ball was a problem? He’d be there, as handsome as ever, with a couple of girls tucked under his arms and I’d go single, looking lonely and lost. Yet, I had hope.

The evening of the ball, I carefully chose what I wore. A shimmering black knee length dress, together with a black beaded necklace and amethyst earrings. My hair was coiffed and I completed the look with my favorite perfume; Passion Perfume by Elizabeth Taylor. I loved it because of its oriental, woody fragrance. It made me feel like a woman.

I entered the ball, looking around to see if I could spot him. And I did. Josh was in a black tuxedo, and beautiful women clung to both arms. I did not bother. As I saw down at a table with a drink, men asked me for a dance. I refused, my eyes fixed on my boss. Very soon, he spotted me and came over. As he sat down opposite me, I took in the sight. “You look beautiful”, he whispered, taking my hand. It was the happiest moment of my life. “Care to dance?” he asked and I agreed. We moved on to the dance floor.

Just as we hit the floor, the music turned romantic. I laid my face on his chest, all the while my heart thudding. “You smell heavenly Amy. I don’t think I’ve ever been more smitten by a woman than I have been by you, today”, he whispered into my ear and lifted my head by my chin to face him.

As I lifted my face to him, his head dipped and as they say, the rest is history….